The Might of the Primeval Golden Rod

Deep in the jungle.

Mo Yu's gaze was fixed tightly on the area beneath the giant tree. A black figure sat there silently, and terrifying death aura surged into its body like a long dragon with every breath it took.

A powerful sense of oppression radiated from it.

Just as Mo Yu's gaze locked onto it, the black figure's eyes opened as well. Its eye sockets were hollow, filled only with condensed gray-black death aura that swirled like vortices.

If an ordinary person were stared at for too long, even the vitality within their body would be forcibly drained and devoured by it.

Although its eyes showed not the slightest trace of intelligence, they possessed an inherently evil and strange quality. The danger it brought far exceeded that of the Beast Spirits they had encountered before.

The Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit slowly rose to its feet. Its body appeared stiff, yet it showed no sign of sluggishness. Instead, it possessed a feeling of movement as sudden as thunder.

"Roar!"

The Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit's gray-black pupils stared at Mo Yu. Then, a low growl came from its throat, containing a hint of intimidation.

"Your strength isn't weak, but I'll be taking your Beast Heart today," Mo Yu said indifferently.

Although the Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit could not understand Mo Yu's words, it could sense their meaning instinctively. At once, death aura swirled within its gray-black pupils, and the roar from its mouth grew even lower and more ominous.

Boom!

Death aura that blotted out the sky suddenly swept outward. The surrounding giant trees were directly blasted away, while the Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit transformed into a streak of gray light and shot forward.

Its speed was astonishing, as swift as thunder. In a flash, it appeared not far in front